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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

I’ll Stick Around...166.181.66.252Posted On December 02, 2017 at 12:39 PM by Killian





The banter back and forth with Malia and Lazarus somehow made Killian smile.
He hadn’t felt at home in a place for a long time, let alone actually think that he’d be feeling like he was back home.
Though he had heard Malia’s question to him, he found himself drifting off in though; Reminiscing about the little pub he frequented back home.
It was a cozy little place, with friendly faces that were regulars of the place. All of them happy to greet you and have you around, (and not to forget the occasional rough and tough bunch that frequented). They’d even invite you to play a game of cards or even take a crack at Blackball with several others.
Pubs where a place of togetherness, and sometimes it got rowdy — The Irish folk were notorious for getting rough and wild.

Especially when they have had a few too many drinks, even though this expression didn’t exist in their world. Alcohol was pretty much life water for the Irish, and since this beverage was like this, they could drink massive amounts before feeling any sort of inebriation.
These thoughts would make Killian softly chuckle to himself.
As he looked around the coziness of Red on the Water, he started to remember how the old pub looked.
From the outside, it looked much like any ol’ regular looking pub. Just look a lot more clean and crisp than others. But the interior was miles different; Which is what was pleasing for pub goers.

It had pictures of many of the great landmarks of Ireland, as well as notable landscapes that made Ireland a famous place to travel and tour.
The walls were a deep green that resembled the rolling hills you’d come across. And the windows let in just the right amount of the light.
The tables, chair and the bar itself were made from the finest spruce trees, and masterfully sanded, stained and coated.
It was like something you’d see in a magazine. Even the table for Blackball was made of the same wood, and was fashioned with a rich red velvet cloth for the billiards to roll across.
The taps for the beer and ale were well kept and polished daily. And the shelves for the bottle alcohol, dusted regularly to keep appeal.

The barkeeps were always well dressed, or dressed in tasteful casual clothes. It was what the pub owner asked of from his employees.
And last but not least, the name of the pub; The Cloverleaf; Stereotypical in name, but appealing. It attracted many to its doors, and had many coming back.
Killian sighed with great joy, as he got those exact same vibes from The Cloverleaf, here at Red on the Water.
Having reminisced for what felt like hours, he was reminded of Malia’s question to him.
He turned to her and would chuckle softly.
“Oh no lass, the only way you could get hurt by touching ‘im, is if he tries to bite ya. But I don’t think he’s the bitin’ type really. He’s more of the smooth, dark and asinine type.”
He would reply to Malia, as he took a brief sip of his drink.

As he swallowed his sip, he also remembered something else Malia had mentioned. It was the question referring to “Swing that way”.
Killian could see that she was not at all familiar with a lot human gestures and phrases.
But he didn’t expect every living being to understand human language. It was a strange one that was quite difficult to grasp, sometimes even himself.
“What he also meant by swing that way, was he meant he’s not a homosexual male like me self...”
Killian stated, as he hoped Malia wouldn’t be too harsh on him for who he was. But she didn’t seem the type.
She seemed rather kind hearted and open minded, and accepting of others.
A trait he liked to see in would be friends.

Lazarus was still around, and Killian was sure that he was rather bored of this situation.
And to be frank, Killian didn’t care too much for his presence. He was used to people like him, and he was good about keeping his manners and being respectful toward his kind.
But it didn’t mean he couldn’t take witty jabs at him.
“What about you tall, dark and handsome? You don’t seem amused right about now.
Didn’t get wha’ ya were lookin’ for?”
He would coyly ask as he grinned and sipped on his drink, patiently waiting in excitement for the next response from Lazarus. But most importantly, he was eager to continue talking with Malia and grow a friendship with her.

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts
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